THE IS-LAND OF 'IT IS'
At first light this morning, the skies over our island home appeared brooding. Sparking ourselves up, we donned rain garments to brave the brisk air with a walk to the black sand beach.
Our conversation earlier had been around an article on samadhi, which led to the realization that words diminish the experience. The essence of all my writing is expressed by two words, 'It is.'
Sitting on driftwood in the sand, opened by the isness of our talk, the beauty of creation rolled to us in wave after wave foaming pure white against the black lava boulders and sand. Billowing white clouds reflecting on the ocean turned it into an ethereal mirror of turquoise and blues. We sat in a window, basking in the being beyond.
Eventually our bodies turned our attention to the cold and we stood up together to move. The sky darkened with rain clouds as we walked, and the sea dulled in the dimming light. The isness hadn't changed, but our window of access to it apparently closed as we trod with some groans up the pathway through cow pastures, to our welcomed shelter. Soon the rains fell hard.
identified with the world, i's-land
doing without awareness
identified with being, is-land
doing with awareness
identified with seeing, eyes-land
aware of being aware
identified with non-self, isn't-land
dualism of non-dualism
identified with non-identification,